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legionmissions2016-07-18 08:54 pm
wieldtherainbow) wrote in legionmissions2016-07-18 08:54 pm
IN BRIGHTEST DAY - Mod Plot [LOG POST | 4 | BEWARE MY POWER]
Who| Everyone involved in the plot
What| The final Battle
Where| Winath
When| After the break
Warnings/Notes| Possible violence/gore
The alliance between yellow and red Lanterns was only a temporary thing. After driving the blues, greens, violets, and indigos away, they would be enemies once more. But for now, they worked together, to the detriment of all.
Winath was the planet they'd targeted. Winath was a farming planet and the source of food for many UP and AP planets, and that meant that it was an ideal world to attack to devastate many worlds. If Winath was devastated, multiple worlds would starve. Billions would potentially die. That meant that destroying Winath was a surefire way to inspire terror.
They didn't plan to devastate the planet quickly, either. The yellows and reds worked together to create a great and terrible construct, one that blended together the forms of the fear entity, Parallax, and the rage entity, The Butcher. This massive construct, built out of yellow energy, its engines stoked by the red fires of the Red Lanterns, hovered across the Winathian landscape, red rage fire pouring out from the construct and scorching the land below.
Their goal was simple -- burn the world. Slowly. While the United Planets and Affiliated Planets watched, helpless and afraid. By the end of it, fear and rage would have such a strong hold on the universe that the Red and Yellow Lantern Corps would have a foothold in the 31st century forever.
What| The final Battle
Where| Winath
When| After the break
Warnings/Notes| Possible violence/gore
The alliance between yellow and red Lanterns was only a temporary thing. After driving the blues, greens, violets, and indigos away, they would be enemies once more. But for now, they worked together, to the detriment of all.
Winath was the planet they'd targeted. Winath was a farming planet and the source of food for many UP and AP planets, and that meant that it was an ideal world to attack to devastate many worlds. If Winath was devastated, multiple worlds would starve. Billions would potentially die. That meant that destroying Winath was a surefire way to inspire terror.
They didn't plan to devastate the planet quickly, either. The yellows and reds worked together to create a great and terrible construct, one that blended together the forms of the fear entity, Parallax, and the rage entity, The Butcher. This massive construct, built out of yellow energy, its engines stoked by the red fires of the Red Lanterns, hovered across the Winathian landscape, red rage fire pouring out from the construct and scorching the land below.
Their goal was simple -- burn the world. Slowly. While the United Planets and Affiliated Planets watched, helpless and afraid. By the end of it, fear and rage would have such a strong hold on the universe that the Red and Yellow Lantern Corps would have a foothold in the 31st century forever.
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His helmet was also damaged, with places where it'd melted slightly but it was still better than nothing at all. It'd protected quite a few parts of his face from Sam's ragespew earlier. And it was one of the most recognizable things he could wear to try to get through to Sam, to help him recognize who he was. If he could just get him to slow down for a second, there was a chance he could trap him in a construct long enough for one of the blues to help fix him.
The green wall that Sam suddenly would find in front of him had multiple walls behind it, ready to curl around him in multiple spheres he'd have to burn through.
Rich was visible through the translucent constructs.
"I don't care if you set my face on fire and I don't care about who gets in the way."
He wasn't letting the reds keep him in their grip, especially since there was a risk they might escape and just keep him. He wasn't letting Sam become lost to that not-life.
"I'm not giving up on you, kiddo." His voice got softer. "It's gonna be okay. I promise."
He would save him. He would bring him home. Really home. He'd look out for him long enough to get him back to their world and his family, then he was going to help him find his father to make that family complete again. That was just fact. That was pure faith. That was hope that would have to be clawed out of his cold, dead hands.
That hope, and the hope he'd caused in more than one world, was enough to make an errant blue ring, lost thanks to the unfortunate death of its owner, start to whiz towards him.
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The first layer of the wall went down easily. The second (and more) layer behind it was unexpected (in as much as Sam could be said to be expecting anything, in his current state, which wasn't really the case), but he didn't hesitate, trying to plow into the wall through the haze of his own ragespew even as the extra layers bent in to trap him.
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The ring slipping onto his hand came as a total surprise, and for a moment, he felt like he'd suddenly been shot with adrenaline. Having the green and blue rings at the same time felt right and wrong at the same time. Right because one was fueling the other, wrong because it felt like almost too much to wield at once.
So he let go of the green, focusing on the blue, and the green shot off, looking for a new owner. The blue light replaced the green, curling around Sam, even as he burned through the construct barriers.
Rich'd heard what the blue rings could do and instinct had him reaching out. Just as Sam burned through the last construct wall, before he could ragespew in Rich's face again, Rich held up his hand and produced a construct from the ring.
"Everything's gonna be okay."
Rich's way of saying: All will be well.
The construct took on a form that would give Sam the most hope...
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Another Nova - taller than Sam, with a more powerful build, and clearly older. Scruffy around the edges, could probably use a shave. But despite the differences, the resemblance was obvious, not only in his features, but in the way the construct moved forward, a mirror of Sam's own reckless charges. It stopped just short of Sam, as though waiting to be recognized.
Sam froze, staring for long seconds, like the gears in his head were madly turning and trying to produce - something. Recognition. Understanding. Anything.
And then he said the first coherent thing he'd managed since the red ring forced its way onto his finger. "Dad?"
The construct held a hand out, and that was all it took for the dam to burst. Sam surged forward, faster than if he were attacking - aiming not for an opening or a weak point, but for his father's arms.
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The blue light fought the red infection, all the way down to the molecular level. As the blue light that made up the vision of Sam's father poured into Sam's body, leeching the red infection out of him, new arms replaced that of the construct's, as Rich swooped in and swept Sam into a hug.
"Let it all go, Sam. It's not you, kiddo." Sure, he could be a little tetchy sometimes, but he wasn't this ragey. Not naturally. There was a reason the violet ring had chosen him, after all. "We'll find your dad, that will become real -- but you gotta be you for it to happen. Just let all the anger go."
That vision of hope could come true, it could come to be, but he had to be himself again for it to happen.
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Everything's gonna be okay.
He didn't want to be mad all the time. He was mad so much of the time. At school. At supervillains. At himself.
Being mad was exhausting.
As the blue light burned away the last of the red, the tension drained out of Sam's posture and he went limp in Rich's arms.
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He heard Sam's heart skip at first, but then it started to sound normal as the red infection went away. It started to beat healthy and strong.
Rich sighed in relief, and lifted his head, cradling Sam close, shielding them both protectively in blue light as Sam recovered. He pushed Sam's helmet off too, so he could see his face, and make sure color was coming back to his skin. The reds were all so pale, probably because they were puking out so much of their blood.
"Rise and shine, munchkin. You're missing all the thrilling heroics."
He knew Sam hated the short jokes, but that was all the more reason to tell them right now. He was hoping to annoy him back to consciousness.
It was also just their thing now, the teasing. It was the same kind of teasing that'd gone on between Rich and his brother Bobby. This was a disturbing and traumatizing thing that'd happened to Sam and he wanted him to come out of it and see that some things were exactly the same, comfortable and safe. Rich knew Sam'd be upset about burning his face -- if he could remember it -- and he wanted him to know from the get-go that nothing had changed.
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"Shut up, Dick," he mumbled, eyes still closed, though he was starting to stir. "At least 'm not a -"
His eyes opened, and whatever he was going to call Rich never made it out. For a long moment, nothing made it out; he stopped, mouth hanging open, and just stared. Rich looked like hell.
Rich looked worse than hell, honestly.
"...I did that," he said numbly.
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As far as Rich was concerned, the blame was squarely on that stupid ring and whatever stupid Red Lantern had created it. It was also the fault of that psycho that Dipper said had attacked them.
"Don't you dare blame yourself. You didn't know left from right with that thing on. The red ones are supposedly one of the most brain-washy."
He added gently, "And that happens, in our line of work. I've had it to happen to me. Got all Borged up."
Maybe it sucked but he wasn't the first hero to get all mindborked and he certainly wouldn't be the last, so at least he wasn't alone.
"My face'll get healed up just fine, the med-tech's good here."
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(Or maybe he just knew that the authoritative route was even more likely to get Sam trying to argue.)
"But that had to hurt."
It was probably the understatement of the century.
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Sad but true. Yes, it'd hurt like hell, but not in a way he was going to carry with him or anything.
"What bothered me more was worrying about you. I was afraid they'd run off with you and that I'd never be able to find you again. That you'd be stuck like that."
He pulled him close for a hug.
"All that matters is that you're safe. I know that whole thing was probably disturbing as hell, but you're gonna be okay. They can't mess with your head anymore."
No way was he letting one of those rings even get near Sam again.
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Because while Sam was genuinely worried about what he'd done to Rich, there was also the fact that focusing on Rich meant he didn't have to focus on what had just happened to him.
It had been disturbing, and exactly how disturbing was still catching up to him and he wasn't so sure he wanted it to.
He took a deep breath, leaning into Rich to bury his face in his shoulder.